how are you supposed to find the center without first finding the edge?
Shorts
Another morning
when i awoke
she was gone
and
all i could smell,
all i could taste,
was ash.
Silk and spice
i held my breath and
winced
as her laughter
perfumed the senseless sky
Competition
my doubts are growing faster than the weeds.
Listening
my heart
like my stomach
growls